JAMESMitch's mouth draws open. The glass almost slips from her hand. "Larry? You've spoken with Larry? But he's in prison. I saw it on the news.""Yes, but Charlotte visits him. Michael and I go with her to be sure we know what's happening."Mitch stands. "Why? Why would she visit him? Why would Jenny want to see him?""She was trying to find you. She hoped he'd be able to tell her something that would lead her to you."Mitch lets out air, stares into space. "Was he very cruel to her? When she was small..."She's not ready for that...But I don't know what else to say. So, I don't reply. An emerald gaze shifts to mine. "You think silence protects me? When I know that I could have reached her... Gotten her out of there?""Mitch, I don't think you need the details. Not yet. Charlotte... your Jenny... She grew up. She's a fine woman. An exceptional woman. Brave. Intelligent. Beautiful. Her childhood may have been harrowing, but it formed her; forged her into what she i
MICHAELAngling her; her hips, her entrance, he holds her poised above him so he can thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw...I slip out from the sheets, moving to watch the show from behind: her pale ass and peachy cheeks, his cock glistening as he pumps her...Her rear entrance, dark rose.That will do nicely...She's gasping and gulping, crying out rhythmically as her body rocks and sways and jolts.Sucking a long finger, I press it to her long enough that she registers I'm there, then push in, winding circles, scrolling out as I go. Her cries have an edge. An urgency. James is fucking her pussy but I have the rest. I spiral harder, stretching and opening, loving the noises she's making.Her ass is mine.I slap, connecting with a cheek in a crack that ripples flesh and stings my hand. I rub, then slap again, watching a scarlet palm-print rise satisfyingly on one side then the other.Lube...She shudders at the wet chill, but I press to her, then into her. James m
MICHAELI stand, resisting the blow-out on my belly. "Shall we go?" I gesture to the door, then trying not to be obvious about it, let out my belt a notch.Too many pancakes...Mitch rises. Charlotte too, but James snags her by the elbow. "Help me with the clearing up please, Charlotte.""But Mas...""You can load up the dishwasher."I lead Mitch out. She follows but twists back, looking to the house. "Where are we going?""To the hotel. It's just a short walk.""Hotel? James said something about that.""It's a spa and leisure centre. You know, gym, pool, pamper days, beauty treatments.""It's yours?""Yes, but not just mine. Come on, I'll introduce you to the staff, then you can use any of the facilities you like." I cast an eye over her; beautiful, but she looks so tired. "I'd say you could use some pampering."She shifts under my gaze. "What are you looking at?""You." Her head inclines. "They used to say before you marry a woman, take a look at the mother.
KLEMPNERMy door stands open and a figure in uniform appears, Sutcliffe. He taps knuckles, quietly, onto the metal. "Mr Klempner, do you have a moment?"Lying on the bed, I lower my novel. "I have no other appointments today, Sutcliffe. What can I do for you?"His eyes dart right and left along the corridor then he steps inside the cell. "Sir, that woman you're interested in... They've found her."Jolting, I drop the book to the floor, then swing my legs down to sit upright. "Her? Mitch? Michelle Kimberley?""Yes, sir.""Where is she?""With them."With them?"Them? You mean Summerford and Alexanders?""Yes, sir. She's with them and... and your daughter..." He speaks the last word uncertainly. "... She's staying in their home.""The place in the mountains?""So I understand, sir."I pluck at a lip. "Why would she do that?" I'm not really talking to Sutcliffe, but he replies anyway."If they're the long-lost mother and daughter, that might be reason enough."
JAMESI scrape a hand over my face.It feels unreal.Reality hasn't settled in.A father again?At my age?A baby girl?A little boy?Red-headed and fiery?Dark like me?Doesn't matter...Beautiful whatever...She gave me this.And so did he.*****MICHAELI ease the bedroom door open, look inside.They're there, lying together on the bed. Normally she would be curled into the crook of his arm, but this time, he's lying across her, head pillowed on her breasts, stroking her belly."I still can't believe you did this for me. That you chose to do this.""You did everything for me, Master, up to and including saving my life. I wanted to give something back.""Oh, you did. Something precious. Something very precious." He falls silent, still stroking.Beautiful...As quietly as I can, I back out and close the door again.*****RICHARDThe elevator doors swish open and I stroll in. "Morning, Francis.""Good morning, Richard.""Anything fo
RICHARDLater, when we are alone, Elizabeth is quiet, thoughtful."Master...""Yes, my Love?""When Charlotte's baby is born, you know, she doesn't have any friends who have babies or small children.""I'm sure she'll meet some at..." I rummage through my limited knowledge of babies and the procedures that go with them... "... ante-natal classes and suchlike.""I'm sure she will. But don't you think it would be a good idea for her to have some close friends too, to talk to about it and share babysitting with and things like that."I scratch my head. "I don't think Kirstie's made up with Ryan and I can't think she'd choose to be a single mother.""I wasn't talking about, Kirstie." She drops to her knees, looking up at me, her eyes matching the hawthorn leaves sprouting outside in the spring sunshine. "Master..."But she doesn't finish what she's saying, simply gazing up, waiting.I'm not bloody telepathic...?? Aahhhh...I drop to my knees too, meeting her
MICHAELOut in the back garden, I stand, thumbs hooked in pockets, surveying the mess of outbuildings and sheds. The stable block is the focus of my interest. My intention had been that it become my own office, but given our changed circumstances, I'm having other ideas.Charlotte arrives, wearing that wide-eyed look she has that turns my knees to water and my cock to granite. "What are you doing?""Just considering the options."She follows my gaze for a moment then, her arms sliding up and around my neck, she whispers, "Thank you."My own arms slipping around her, I rest my hands on her hips. "You're welcome." Just holding her close, I inhale her scent. "Are you happy, Charlotte? This is what you wanted?""Yes, this is what I wanted. Everything I wanted. And I couldn't have done it without you."I chuckle. "I think you will find that in fact, you couldn't have done it without James."Her eyes drop, then rise again, cheeks dimpling. "That's true of course. But you help
MICHAELSlinging one towel around my hips, another in my hand, I head back into the bedroom. They're together between the sheets, naked, sheened with sweat, silent. He lies with his head pillowed on her breasts, stroking her belly. Her eyes follow me in. "Thought I was going to wash your back?"I scrub the towel into my wet hair. "From the sound of things, you were otherwise engaged."She flashes teeth, then wriggles out from under James. "Just have to do my own then." And she too heads for the shower.James sits up and I toss him a robe. "Michael," he begins, "I know I've already said it, but thank you. There aren't many men who would have done what you did. Ensuring that I would be the father of her first. I'd always assumed it would be a lottery between us." He shakes his head, rubbing a palm over the back of his skull. "I still can't believe I didn't notice what you were up to, the pair of you."My voice wry, "It's not as though there aren't other options. Mouth, as